Today, in just a couple of minutes, I am going to start my lunch time exercise program. Walking that is. There is a little walking track near my office and I am going to walk some of this fat off of me. (See prior post for details)
The problem at hand is that I don't feel like walking today. Don't feel like walking to the third power. I'd rather eat a box of rusty thumb tacks. I'd rather slit my wrists with a nail file. I'm just plain ol' lazy.
Well, a miracle has occurred. I went out and walked on my lunch hour. I've eaten no candy today which, is CRAZY. I eat candy all the time. I love candy. I've eaten yogurt, grapes, two peanut butter sandwiches, and some string cheese. I want a tootsie roll, I can see them on my friend's desk right now..in the candy jar...lookin straight at me....dang you tootsie roll.
I told P I was going to start walking last night. Guess who drove past the park today? In his work truck? While I was walking? I went up to his truck and he tried to act like he was just in the neighborhood. I mean, come on P, you can't bullshit a bullshitter....still LOVE you though!!!
